DuPont and the bishops slowly departed, and the soles of their expensive shoes clicked rhythmically on the ground as they did so.

However, Edward wasn't in a hurry to leave. Instead, he slowly strolled through this magnificent church as he began to reorganize his own thoughts.

He had to constantly check for holes in his own logic and reasoning in order to be able to keep up with the ever-changing situation.

He didn't attack me because it would be unbefitting of a Duke and Master Mason like him to do so, and most importantly, he didn't want to make any further enemies for himself when the situation in Philadelphia is so tense. I bet he would never have guessed that I would be the ruler of the Cathayan Underworld. 

An amused smile appeared on his face, and he quickly departed from the church before hailing a taxi to Cathaytown, which was where Matthew was living.

"Tonight is a good time to strike..." he murmured to himself as he looked up at the sky. It was 3 PM and the sky was already filled with dense dark clouds. It was going to be a stormy night, the type that Yin spirits loved the most.

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A burst of door-knocking rang out, and the figure immediately shuddered upon hearing this as he lay curled up in his bed with his blankets acting as a cocoon around him. He pulled his blankets even tighter around himself as he asked in a trembling voice, "Who is it?"

A voice rang out in response from outside. "We were sent by the sea and the stars."

Matthew faltered slightly...